Seek on stories
Ride the skies
He stole the stars
By staring the night

Eyes on the prism
Keep the mist
Druids of dark skelling black hearts

Release the spell
With crystals held
The world begun
By withering hands

Magic flows thy belic souls
Fight the bravious enemies
Lightning deep ghosts
Reflect the power, believe the prophet
These sublime races in the highlands of grace




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By Rara_